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Day-Long Chase
“Eight hours by the clock is the longest I was ever after a fox — and we got him. I’d started my hounds up Jenkins Mountain and I saw a red fox further up ahead. He got up, stretch himself and started up the mountain. I never said anything to the hounds. They were headed that way. I knew they’d pick up his scent and they did. They ran that red fox from one end of the mountain to the other and then over to Harris Hollow. They weren’t running real hard but they stayed right after him.”
Eight hours later, the fox went to earth in a groundhog and rock pile near Promised Land Baptist Church. “It was 4 in the afternoon. I got several pieces of rail fence and pushed them real tight into the rock pile. A red fox will scratch out in dirt but this was in rock. I thought I had that old fox stopped up for the night. I told Bee to meet me there at daylight and we’d dig him out.”
Jack was 100 yards from the rock pile with his hounds as the sun came up when the pack broke loose just like they’d seen a fox. “Why that son-of-a-gun had just gotten out. They headed up Jenkins Mountain. I yelled to Bee, ‘Too late, he just got away’ when I heard a noise like a sneeze. I stopped to listen and 1 heard it again,” Jack said, demonstrating that “achoo” that had caught his attention.
“I walked a little closer to the rock pile and there was this red fox. He had clawed, gnawed and scratched until he was wedged in so tight, he couldn’t go backwards or forwards. I loosened some of the rails so he could move a little bit and put a piece of rail on his head. Then I got my hand on his neck right behind the ears and pulled him out. There he was, not hurt a bit, a big, beautiful red.”
Popped into a bag and freed for the Sunday hunt, the fox led the pack back up the mountain just a few days later.
Thinking Like A Fox
Fox hunters often have to put themselves into the role of a fox, anticipating what the animal will do next if the chase is to be a success. “Bee and I jumped a fox on Pickle Mountain, behind where Col. McNear lives now. He took off north and went to the foot of the Blue Ridge. The hounds were gone for 3'/i hours but I
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